He kept walking without stopping for a moment; when he was thirsty, he would open his water skin in the dark, and when he was hungry, he would eat bread in the pitch black. He was no longer a shadowy soul of the Netherworld but a living being with flesh, naturally in need of water and food.
Fortunately, the Death God Nakbet had prepared enough food and water for him and told Baird that these supplies would surely last till the end.
Thus, the consumption of water and food became the criteria for Baird to judge how much longer it would take to reach the Mortal World.
When Baird grew tired, he would rest on the road. The chilly wind of the Netherworld tormented his spirit as he dozed, seeming to do everything possible to keep him in the Netherworld, but he always kept his eyes tightly shut, never relaxing for a second, even upon waking from his sleep.
He lived like a blind man.
